Larksong Grotto The Wind is Unsteady

Reek, once again, shook his head. It seemed Esaro simply did not understand that Reek's paws were metaphorically tied in the conflict brewing between the northern packs. For one, providing support to the maplewood after pledging himself to Thuringwethil's coalition would be an impossibility. And, seeing how he couldnt even get to Saena to talk to her, he knew his ability to diffuse the ticking time bomb this war could be was severely lacking. Hell, with his injuries, Reek wouldn't even be able to leave the grotto for some time.

"You don't understand Esaro— There's nothing I can do," he repeated. War was the last thing Reek wanted to loom on the horizon, but if Saena was the aggressor, he knew there was nothing to be done to prevent it's inevitibility. "We joined a coalition with Sleeping Dragon in trade for security. If Saena start's a war, I can't do anything about it." His pack would have to take action against him, and in a way, it was the only way he could ensure the saftey of his pups. 

"Go home Esaro," he commanded. "Do some damage control." It was only thing that could be done, Reek felt. He was in no position to talk peace with Saena, however, Esaro was.